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Tuesday, May 8th, 2007
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11:58 am - For all of you harry potter fans out there
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I just checked postsecret.com again today, and although a lot of them i found very sad and somewhat disturbing, this one was awesome. and it reminded me of all you guys who are strangely obsessed with harry potter.
don't worry, i'm sure you'll be able to read it even after jesus comes.
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| Sunday, May 6th, 2007
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8:36 pm - i don't have to put on that red dress
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I figured out a way to not have a "green card" marriage. I'll buy stock. My money will work for me! So if anyone has any good stock tips just let me know. I need to make around $40,000. Thanks.
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| Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007
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2:50 pm - schools for suckers.
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I think I might be the resume wizard. One of my clients has had one job, which he got fired from. I have turned his crappy work experience to something that all employers will seek after. It's kind of funny how many people I work with that can't write a very good resume, either. I haven't gotten any new clients, just ones who have had previous job coaches, so they have resumes already written. Their old job coaches email me the resume and work history, and it's generally very sparse. Well, it's just nice to toot your own horn every once in a while.
I haven't updated in about a month so I thought my adoring public might want to know what I've been up to. And the answer is: pretty much nothing. Surprise, surprise. I am actually going to California next Thursday, which I am very excited for. I'm looking at schools, and going to Disneyland, of course. I get really obsessive about looking up graduate schools, that once I start I can't seem to stop. My school list in the southern California area used to consist of three schools: UCLA, USC, and Cal-State Long Beach. Those were the schools on the top 80 MSW list in 2001, I believe. I found this website that lists all the accredited MSW schools, so I doubled my list! Granted, they might not be in the top 80, but that won't deter me. That just means they're shoo-ins! And it also means that if I don't get in I'll feel like a total loser.
One of these schools is Loma Linda University. I don't know how many of you have heard of this school, but I certainly hadn't. This is pretty much the only school that has worked with me in trying to set up a time to come meet with them and sit in on classes. Not very surprising considering they're probably dying for more students to apply. So I'll be visiting that school and also Cal-State San Bernardino, which isn't really in my top by I figure if I visit one of the California State Universities I've visited them all. I really want to go to UCLA/USC because they're super high in the rankings, and I'm really curious about what kind of better education they can give me then say, Loma Linda University.
Also, get this: Tuition at the California State Universities is $1500 a quarter for residents, which equals just around $7500 for 2 years. THE WHOLE PROGRAM! That's incredible! Out of state is about $20,000 for two years, so it's quite the better deal if I become a California resident. My plan is similar to that of a green-card marriage. I marry the first attractive California resident I can find, and we come upon an agreement: he gets to spend eternity with me (in and of itself is a wonderful thing), and I get to save $12,000 in tuition money. Brilliant.
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| Sunday, April 8th, 2007
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6:12 pm - tax season.
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I made $19,000 last year working at the treatment home. I made $2000 at Express. Looking back I'm not entirely sure how I lived. My regular paycheck was around $600 for every two weeks, and the Express one was random. Some people (republicans) seem to think that poor people are poor because of bad choices and they should fend for themselves, because they got themselves into their mess. I'm kind of curious as to what "bad choices" I made between graduating college and finding a career that led me to be poor. The poverty line is $17,000 for a parent and two children. It's incredible to think that someone else, with two children, could live on less then I did. I didn't technically live in poverty, and I'm very aware that so many people "live" off less then I do, but this is not a life. I was able to get by because of cheap rent, and a job that fed me for three days straight. How does anyone else get by that makes this little, that didn't have the same circumstances I had?
For as little money as I made, the government still expects me to pay them. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for taxes. But something about the way the government spends money, and what they spend money on, makes me not want to give them the $500 that I will owe them in a couple of months. Here's what I want my taxes to go toward: healthcare, poverty, and education. I'm sure there are more good things my taxes could go towards, but those are the top three. Here's what my taxes are going to go toward: sending more troops to Iraq. Excellent. I'm really glad I'm helping to pay for a war I don't believe in.
I don't have $500 at my disposal to fund American terrorism, and I'm pretty hesitant to motivate myself to save $500 for that specific cause. Why can't I have a say in where my tax money goes? Is it totally ridiculous to let the people decide where their money goes? Now clearly this can't happen all the time, or we'd have a pretty skewed system. But I think that the people who pay money specifically during tax season, should be able to say where their tax money will go. So this is what I'm going to do: Write a letter with my check telling them the specific break down of where I want my money to go. Don't worry, I'm not an idiot. I don't actually think that they'll take it in to consideration, and even if the people who take my tax check agree with my letter, it's not like they can do anything about it. But it's the idea that counts. Maybe I can make a copy of the letter and send it to someone who might be able to do something about it. I'm not sure who that is though.
Fact of the matter is, I'm pissed that I made hardly any money last year, and I have to pay almost $500 in taxes.
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| Sunday, March 25th, 2007
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5:35 pm - have you seen this man?
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so there's this guy in my ward. he's sooo incredibly cute it's hard to describe. so i've painted him.
so i've seen him at church on sunday pretty much every sunday, but he doesn't seem to talk to anyone (sort of like me), so i don't really know how to approach him. today there was a break through. we were both waiting outside the bishop's office after church and i was talking to tyler bybee, and he was just kind of waiting, leaning against the door and walking around and what not. so i would look over at him every once in a while to make sure he was still around, and every time i looked over he would look at me! now, i'm not one to say things like that because it always happens that you think someone is looking at you when in fact they're looking over you, or perhaps just staring off in to space. i had this train of thought for the first few times it happened, then about the fourth time he smiled! so when i was in the bishop's office i was devising a plan of how to talk to him, and what to say. when i went in he was leaning against the door, so i pictured me talking to him while he was leaning on the door. it all had to be exactly as it was in my mind or there would be mass confusion and all that would come out of my mouth would be gibberish. so when i was leaving the bishop's office i looked straight for the door he was leaning on and he wasn't there, he was sitting on the couch! it would have been way too awkward to talk to him then. so i just left. and now i won't see him for 2 more weeks since conference is next week, and we'll have to start this charade all over again.
my point in writing this is that i have no idea how to approach him, but i NEED to. i can't go on with life not knowing him. i need help. i've come up with a few ideas of ways to meet him, but for all of my fans out there, please give me input. so here's the ideas:
-go to every single institute class this week and maybe he's at one of them.
-maybe he's on the activities committee with me, which would make us mandatory acquaintances.
-ask one of my few acquaintance/friends in the ward if they know him...i'm pretty sure he's the only one with massively curly hair.
and that's about the extent of my ideas. but you know when you look at someone and just know they're really awesome? that's him. come on, he wears a three piece suit to church that looks like it's straight out of the 80s. and for some reason afros just scream "i'm funny."
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| Wednesday, March 21st, 2007
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4:59 pm - at work, AtWork.
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Here's my job in a nutshell:
I hang out with people
I teach them things like decorating cup cakes and how to wash dishes
I surf the web
I drive around and get 50 cents for every mile, plus my salary of $13.70 an hour.
Not bad, eh? I can pretty much do what I want which makes it the best job in the world for me. Plus, the people there are hillarious! This morning me and a coworker went to the Issaquah school district building to help out a client who works there. He can't work on his own anymore because he accidentally recycled a bunch of important documents from the pay roll department. Honest mistake, but very critical, i'm guessing. Anyway, this guy mumbles a little bit, so it's kind of hard to understand him unless you know him well. He always talks about movies, and today he was talking about the pajama party, or something like that, with doris day. apparently he also likes i love lucy, and for christmas he got an i love lucy episode where she wears fancy pants, or something like that. so he went in to work and hillari asked him what he got for christmas and he said "fancy pants". That's all he was saying, so she thought he got some really nice pants for christmas until she found out he was talking about i love lucy. so today i asked him "do you like fancy pants?" he looks at me, laughs under his breath, and goes "yeah..." as in "who wouldn't?"
I have this office at the HQ with a big window facing a shop/factory where a lot of people assemble things there, or whatever needs to be done. Well, my office is currently empty, save a filing cabinet and a phone. This guy John comes up to me every day and goes "you're never in your office". so i say (this is the conversation every day) "that's because there's nothing in there!" he goes "you need a desk." i say "that's not all i need. i need a computer too." so he goes "you need a computer." and i tell him to get right on that. sometimes the things i need change, like yesterday i needed some artwork for the walls. so he said he would make me some.
needless to say, i love my job.
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| Monday, March 12th, 2007
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7:37 pm - terror on the blogspot
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what's up with no one updating the blurties lately? Maybe I'm not the only one with a majorly boring life. Or I'm the only one who's not busy enough to check the blurties every day and realize no one's updating...
And to look at postsecret.com and relating to this:
i seriously want to every time i drive by one.
Can someone tell me what the big deal about Law and Order is? Besides the main girl who got a horribly short hair cut....that's a whole lot of face. This seems random, but it's on the tv behind me, and everytime it's being watched when I'm around I just wonder.
And one last topic: this one I'm quite fumed about. I somewhat regularly read Jon Madsen's blog (I will not give you the link for reasons soon stated), and because we are buddy-buddy friends, he had a link to my blog on his. Sort of a quid pro quo between us. Today was the day I caught up on his blogs, and I read that he did some "housekeeping" and cleaned up the links of people who don't comment. Don't comment my arse! I have commented on such things as the risky rendezvous in NY with his girlfriend, "compooter", Jeremy Tuck the hottie, and of course the best of 2006 awards. Ok, I'll give you the link, but only because I want you to glory in the NY pictures as well, and tell me if it looks like Jon and Maria are on a honeymoon. I even texted him and asked if he got married without telling me. http://www.rexbasior.com/jonblog/blogger.htm
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| Monday, March 5th, 2007
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11:04 pm - this is for heather:
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| Wednesday, February 28th, 2007
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12:09 am - I am not ashamed of the fact that I love Stephen Colbert
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I had a dream about Stephen Colbert last night, and now when I watch the Colbert Report, it feels like we're sharing a private joke.
Anyway, this job hunt thing isn't really going my way. All the jobs I want you need at least 2 years of experience. How are you supposed to get 2 years of experience if no one will hire you unless you have 2 years of experience?? I should just give up and admit that my life is a bust, my degree is worthless, and I'm going to work at Express for the rest of my life. Not even being a manager, or even assistant manager. But a lowely sales associate. Forever. I just realized that Express is the longest job I've ever had. Maybe that's my problem. I can't stick with a job. I really have had quite a variety of jobs in my life. And quite a few...
the Limited Too (3 months)
Impress (15 months...ok, that's longer then express)
Renton Vetrinary Clinic (1 month)
The Body Shop (1 year)
Directive (1 day)
the Phonathon (1 day)
Western Watts (2 weeks)
Sam's Club (4 months)
Disney World (4 months)
The Pita Pit (10 months)
Alpine Academy (1 year)
Express (1 year and counting)
Bradley Johnson Attorneys (1 week)
Maybe I can't find a job because I've worked everywhere. Although I am rehirable at all of them (besides Western Watts and Sams Club...and yes, it is depressing to think that I can't even get a job at WalMart).
I really just need insurance. So far since I've moved back to Washington, the total medical bill comes to $485, and then $200 more tomorrow when I see my psychiatrist. Maybe I'll just ask my psychiatrist to prescribe me some strong anxiety pills so I won't care I don't have a job.
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| Thursday, February 22nd, 2007
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10:22 pm - Ace Venture: Attorney at Law
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I just quit my job. I've been thinking and talking about it, but today I finally had it. I know it's only been a week, but it was the week of hell. And I'm sure most of you guys have had crappier jobs, but this one just wasn't worth it. When I add up the time devoted to that job every day, I don't make $12.50 an hour, I make slightly over $8 an hour, and then there's the bus fee of $80 a month, and buying lunch every day (let's face it, i'm not a lunch-maker, and my other job fed me, so i'm just not used to bringing a lunch), it's much less then that. Then there's the lack of health insurance, which is pretty much why I needed to get a job in the first place. Living at home I can easily live off of the money I make at express (which, by the way, is more then the after-devotion money i make at the law firm), and i'm 10 times happier there. In fact, I'd go so far to say I like it there. Maybe even really like it there. At least I like the people I work with which make the work experience much better. Except that girl who helped Sarah out when she came in...she's just dumb.
So here's a list of crazy things I've gotten in trouble, or sternly scolded for:
-leaving the old keyboards on the back of my desk whilst installing the new ones
-the keyboards magically ending up at my desk after i had delivered them before installing, causing my boss to think i hadn't delivered them (damn keyboards...)
-asking my boss if she would like the map of the office i charted out in landscape format or portrait
-taking too long making copies of receipts (excuse me for needing to eat)
-not unpacking the boxes of copy paper right after they were delivered because I was assisting other lawyers with urgent tasks
-taking a message from a potential client instead of putting them through (this was a biggie which came from a very grumpy lawyer. and heather will probably understand why it's such a big deal, but when it's your first full day and you're told to put all the calls through to the paralegal, and if they're not available to take a message, it's an honest mistake). i actually lost sleep over this scolding.
-having the newspaper on the side of the table when in fact it is supposed to be in the bottom center
-frames being about a half an inch crooked in the lobby (i'm not exaggerating)
well, anyway you get the point. I'm not a Monday thru Friday, 8-5 kind of person anyway. i don't thrive in that kind of environment. at least i learned how to make coffee, though
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| Friday, February 16th, 2007
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7:33 pm - my office.
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Today was my second day of work at Bradley Johnson and Attorneys. (http://www.lawofficesofbradleyjohnson.com/CM/Custom/Home-2.html don't know how to do links in the word, sorry). It wasn't as bad as yesterday because I actually did stuff and understood stuff, but that meant I almost messed stuff up as well. Well, it wasn't really my fault that the copier jammed, and it was actually the present receptionist's fault that toner got everywhere...but I feel like I greatly contributed since I'm the one that was supposed to be doing the copies.
The Family Law attorney asked me if I could copy this file that's like 500 pages (more like 100), and we have one of those copiers that you put all the pages in, and it feeds them through. But it kept feeding them like 2 at a time! So then it would get jammed and get an error message, then the file got all out of order because when the copier would spit it back out it would make it all jumbled. So I stressfully spent the next little bit trying to figure out what order the pages go in, but that was a huge waste of time. I told Nicole (the girl training me) about the copier mishap, and she said not to worry because it was a really stupid copy machine and it gets jammed all the time. She tried to figure out what was up, which brings us to the toner spill. I let her deal with the copier, and went back to sorting mail. Thank goodness that's a brainless activity. Nicole ended up asking Maya (FL attorney) if the file was in the right order, and she seemed to be in her office for a while, so paranoid me thought they were probably complaining that I'm so stupid I can't even do copies right.
After Nicole found out what was up with the file, and it was time to make the copies again, I was kind of in to figuring out who the clients were in each letter, so she said she would do it. I had a question about one of the letters, so she came in to help me find it, and she sort of got in to it, so I said "I'll go finish the copies while you do this." At first she said "ok", but I think she thought twice about that and immediately said "um...no, that's ok I'll do it. You do this..." as in, you can't mess this up too bad.
Then I was sent on an errand to get lunch for people having a meeting. Not a difficult task. Until the person ringing me up hands me the receipt to sign and it has a line for a tip. It's not a fast food place, but it's not a sit down restaurant either...I just stared at it for a second, then decided to give $6, since there were 6 meals. I started regretting it as I was walking back because it's Brad's money! What am I thinking just giving away his money like that? So when I got back I handed him the receipt and said "I wasn't sure if you wanted me to tip, but I did because you seem like the tipping type..." yeah, it was awkward. I asked Nicole if she usually tips and she said she hasn't really gotten food for them before, so she asked Brad's assistant/girlfriend what she thinks. She said it was ok and they liked that I took initiative. phew.
I still wonder how I got the job. First of all, half way through my second interview I looked down and realized my fly was undone. Thank goodness no one was in the room at the time. During the first interview (which I was slightly late for) we had to fill out this stupid personality survey that was like the most confusing thing in the world, and apparently I filled it out totally wrong. So Brad is like "I'm not really sure what you did here..." yeah, neither am I....so I had to redo it, and then he said "it doesn't really matter what you get, it's just kind of interesting to see.." well that was a waste of time. While everyone was out of the room I took a peek at the pile of information they had about me...application, resume, stupid test thing, etc. I glanced at the resume to see what notes they put on it, and I saw that under objective I wrote: "to obtain the position of vocational/recreational specialist at pioneer human services." Yeah, that's right, I sent them the wrong resume. Well, it's basically the same thing but a different objective (not objection, thank goodness). I contemplated taking the resume out of the pile and hiding it on my person so maybe he would forget that stupid mistake, and not ask about it. But no. He came back in and we're talking, and while he glanced over the resume he said, "what's pioneer human services?" crap. I think I mummbled something like "whoops", but he was nice and didn't make the situation more awkward then it already was.
The only thing I felt I had over the other applicants was that I was a young, fairly attractive girl (as opposed to a frumpy older lady, 5 guys, and a not that attractive girl slightly older then me..but that was only in my interview group...who knows about the other groups). This just confirms my suspicion that the only qualifications for being a receptionist is being an attractive youngish girl.
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| Saturday, February 10th, 2007
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10:28 pm - i'm insane, but not that insane.
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I wrote a "note" in facebook recently about my stay in Utah. One of the reasons I said I was glad to leave was because I am sick of people saying I'm a bad Mormon because I'm liberal, but in fact I'm liberal because I am Mormon. Some random guy emailed me and said "ok, that was funny! I am liberal b/c I am mormon...whatever did you mean?" This is clearly the type of person I was talking about. Gee, I don't know, ever heard of the law of consecration (ie taxes); or perhaps taking care of your own (healthcare for all); or accepting all people despite race, color, class, religion, etc (obviously something racist conservatives know nothing about [they're against hate crime laws]); agency (i don't think it's considered "free" anymore) (pro-choice, legalization of things that don't hurt other people [marijuana, driving without your seatbelt, gay marriage, and putting a ban on those pesky sodomy laws]); forgiveness (no death penalty, anti 3 strikes your out law, rehabilitation instead of incarceration); etc?
For a long time I thought I was crazy because I had these beliefs (that's what living in Utah for too long will do to you). If no one else agreed with me, maybe I had it wrong. Well today I get to say "I WIN! 1 TO NOTHING!"
Here's why: Stephen Colbert had this guy Chris Hedges on his show (last night I think, but I watched it today). He wrote a book on fundamentalist right wing Christians, and about how they are totally nutty, and the closest thing to facists since Italy/Germany in the 1920's. I'm thinking "ok, this guy has a point, but a lot of anti-Christian people believe that." Here's the kicker: HE'S CHRISTIAN. He got a degree in "divinity" (as well as journalis/english which makes him a credible source for the book) or something like that, and he still sides with me!
Then Jennette told me the other day that my mom almost got emotional about how people on Fox news are of the devil, and strongly believe that they are evil and are brainwashing society. And Jennette said her home has been much more peaceful every since Fox news has been banned from it.
Turns out I'm not crazy, Utah is.
But at the same time, comparing Utah and Washington again: my experience working at Express here vs. Express in Salt Lake is totally different, but much different then you would think. People here are so rude! I would say hi to someone who obviously heard me, and they would totally ignore me! Whereas in Utah they'd at least pleasantly say hi back. I don't get it. Maybe it's because of all the anti-depressants people in Utah take that make them friendlier and send such happy messages such as "ok, that was funny! I am liberal b/c I am mormon...whatever did you mean?"
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| Monday, February 5th, 2007
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9:03 pm - crazy cats
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I'm reading this book called "the cat's i have known and loved". it's actually a very sweet book and hasn't yet made me cry. there is this one chapter about crazy cat people having a little too many cats, and i thought the guy who kept cats on parliament hill was bad with his 32...then I came to the chapter on a house called "cat crossing".
this man, known as Jack Wright owns 480 cats. 480 CATS. in his home, under his roof (and occassionaly in the cat gazebo) there are 480 cats. He knows all their names, spends 8 hours a day cooking, cleaning, and looking after these feline friends. That's not the peak number of his cat dealings either. At one point he had 692 cats living there. Not that I wouldn't love the company, but what if one dies? how do you find out? especially the three that live in his closet and don't like to venture out. the sad part is his wife moved out because of it. well, it doesn't specify if that's why, but i can only assume. it doesn't say whether or not they're still married either, because she still comes to take care of them every day.
This sparked a conversation between michelle and i via text. at first she made fun of me and said "you found your soul mate". clearly that's not true. when we got on a more serious note she asked "how many cats would you have before you told your husband 'it's me or the cats?'" Well, certainly before it reached 480. I said if we lived on a huge plot of land I would take in about 20, but they wouldn't all be in the house at the same time. Actually I think I'd build a barn for them to live in with heating and air-conditioning built in so they don't get too warm or too cold. And they'd have a lot of those automatic litter boxes, but instead of dumping in to a small container, they dump into the garbage can. And there would be a door flap so they could go in and out of the barn as they pleased. And there would be comfy cat beds all around and I would grow cat nip in it, so they could just chew on the plant when they wanted to get high.
But still, I would want one or two in my own house. As long as the other cats didn't find out about it. I wouldn't want them getting jealous.
Ok, I'm seriously bored out of my mind. I'm staying at Jennette's while they're in Utah, and it's been less than 2 days and I have nothing to do but talk about cats. if anyone can come up with something for me to do (besides trying to find a job obviously), the suggestions will be greatly appreciated.
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| Monday, January 15th, 2007
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5:12 pm - accident prone.
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| You scored as Accident. You will probably die from a accident, like a car crash, a failed stunt or you missed the net when trapezing. Oh, that's a failed stunt. Anyway, be more careful your life is on the stake. (Sorry there isn't a picture, I didn't have the guts to search 'accident' on Google Image Serach.)
Accident | | 73% | Poison | | 60% | Eaten | | 60% | Suicide | | 60% | Suffocated | | 53% | Cut Throat | | 53% | Gunshot | | 53% | Bomb | | 40% | Disappear | | 33% | Drowning | | 33% | Stabbed | | 27% | Natural Causes | | 20% | Disease | | 7% |
How Will You Die??
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I'm not big on posting quiz results or anything (although I do them more often then I'd like to admit), but I thought this was appropriate considering the circumstances.
(Quick update for some of you: got in a car accident yesterday. Car went sideways down the hill, car behind me barreling down the hill hit me on the front passenger door. Crazy woman started yelling. Totally other person's fault. Policeman very funny.)
I realized how lucky I am in that situation though. I keep having horrible ruminations about it, thinking about the other possibilities. Like what if it was a semi-truck? (Although I'm not sure what a semi truck would be doing on that road). Or what if I was in my car? That'd be horrible for many reasons (most of which I'm ashamed to say), but mostly because it's a small car and it could've gotten crumpled much easier. What if I turned the other way and they hit the driver's side door? One of my biggest fears of getting in a car accident is hitting my head on the glass, and not having side-impact airbags. I saw this one show where that happened to someone, and she was mentally challenged for the rest of her life. Although my life isn't really going where I want it to lately, I don't really think being mentally handicapped is the answer.
Pretty much this is the winter of death, and I'm going to start hibernating soon. Last week when I was driving from Tooele to Salt Lake (approximately 25 miles away, about 15 miles of freeway), I was on I-80 and I hit a patch of ice and spun my car two times around. I did it at the perfect spot on the freeway where I couldn't have landed in the Great Salt Lake, and wouldn't have hit the barrier or barbed wire on the other side. And there were not a lot of cars around, so everyone could keep their distance. Pretty much the same thing happened yesterday, and I was thinking "here we go again...". (apparently the law is you can lose control of your vehicle as long as you don't hit anything. And it doesn't give the other drivers the right to hit you). Most of you are saying "holy crap, she's a horrible winter driver." I really can't argue with that. But it's very confusing because I've lived in Utah for five years with no real winter-driving mishaps. My conclusion is this: only live in places where it doesn't snow. My options are as follows (within the US of A...outside it'd be a much bigger list):
Hawaii
California
Florida
South Carolina
I would love to live in Hawaii, but it seems to far away and secluded. Not from the world (personally, I'd love to be secluded from the world). But from my family and "mainland" friends.
California is nice, but very expensive. Maybe not as expensive as Hawaii though...and people there are arguably faker then people in Utah. The difference is, Californians have the right to be plastic because they have money, whereas Utahns just go in to debt for it (although I'm not one to judge in that area).
Florida. hhhmm....anyone who's been there sees the problems with moving there. Anywhere outside of Orlando makes Kissimmee look upper class.
I've never been to South Carolina but it seems pretty. And I hear it has a good MSW program. It's just those pesky hurricanes.
I guess my choice is California. It's close, comfortable, and sunny.
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| Tuesday, January 9th, 2007
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1:53 pm - another clue
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I was talking to my cousin Janet about Jordan. I said that he didn't like girls who were "in the double digits" (aka: size 10 or above), and she said, "is he gay?" (Her argument being that gay men are so disturbed by women they are only attracted to women society calls perfect). She knew nothing about him previously, but she felt like that alone was enough to prove his sexuality. If that's enough to prove then I pretty much have no doubt he is gay.
I was recently looking at my friend's pictures in the facebook, and saw a picture of grown up tiny elvis. Most of you remember him as my arch enemy in band throughout my junior high and high school career. He recently told people he was gay. I haven't seen him since high school, and this picture of him made me realize how much he looked like jordan. but you be the judge.
Tiny Elvis:
Jordan:
It's kind of a small picture, but you get the point. And if that's not another clue of his sexuality, I'm not sure what is.
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| Monday, December 25th, 2006
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5:46 pm - merry freakin christmas
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So yesterday I told Becca that the reason I was moving out was because she makes me miserable. She went in her room and slammed the door after that because I guess she couldn't think of anything to say. It only took her about 24 hours to think of something to say back to me. But don't worry, not to my face. Or even my voice. She just decided to text me, because that's the only form of communication she knows how to use. So here's the texts transcribed for your viewing pleasure.
Becca: No one can make you miserable but yourself
Me: It took you an entire day to think of that? I realize that but you're not helping much and I HATE living with you.
Becca: Sounds like some really secure evidence there.
Me: What the hell is that supposed to mean? If you want to know why you're the worst roommate i've ever had just ask and i'll tell you.
Becca: K go ahead I know you end up hating everyone you get close to anyways so its just a pattern with you nothing new.
Me: Right...and who was the one crying because everyone ends up leaving them? There's a reason for that you're totally intolerable
Becca: Sure I am makes sense but you never gave your reasoning what did I really do to you?
Me: You take everything of mine without asking, you don't respect me by having sex with nate while i'm there, you have disgusting hygiene habits, you are the most selfish person i've ever met because you think that the only person who matters is yourself and don't care about anyone else, yet you are so incredibly insecure that you can't even make any decisions on your own. is that enough reasons for you? this is the stupidest argument i've ever had. can't you just accept the fact that i can't stand you and yes, i have friends that i've been friends with for like 10 years but that's actually none of your business and i could care less what you think of me so from now on mind your own business and stay out of my way
Becca: ya that's pretty reasonable if your an immature bitch.
Me: It's generally the person who does the name calling that that title falls on, but that's cool. like i said i could care less what you think of me since i don't respect you in the slightest
Becca: and you better stay out of my fucking way bitch and you call me careless when your the one who pushes people away because of who they are your such a fuckin hi (??? i have no idea what that's supposed to mean)
Me: Get ahold of yourself.
Becca: shut the hell up, your the one who dramatized this and threw it out of proportion.
Me: actually i tried to tell you it had nothing to do with you because i wanted to stay friends till i finally wanted to pull my hair out because you're totally unreasonable.
Apparently she had nothing to say after that.
Why the heck would she want to start this fight on christmas? I can't stand her!!
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| Sunday, December 24th, 2006
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1:13 am - How I Know Becca Is Gone For Good:
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(Well, maybe not for good, but for a long period of time)
1. She took her toothbrush (RARE. She doesn't even take her toothbrush with her when she spends the night at work...two nights in a row.
2. She took her shampoo (almost as rare, yet she cares for her hair more than her teeth, so that doesn't surprise me as much).
3. Well, there isn't a three. But if you know Becca (and unfortunately I do..) you'd understand that once she takes her hygiene products, she's a goner.
She obviously left in a hurry though, because she forgot her makeup. This is very odd behavior for her because she does her makeup about ten times a day, but only showers/brushes her teeth about once a week (all things I did not know prior to sharing a bathroom with her). I'm guessing she'll sneak in the apartment in the middle of the night thinking I'll be fast asleep, not knowing that I'm a total insomniac lately so I'll catch her in the act. Kind of like when I caught her talking about me on the phone when I was taking a shower (note to all you gossipers out there [myself included]: STOP talking about a person when they turn the water to the shower off).
It's funny because every day I come home I get really nervous that she will be here. But really, I'm not sure what I'm scared of. She's a wimp and can't hold up in an argument. Chances are she's 10 times more scared to come home then me. Really, the only thing I'm scared of is her convict boyfriend putting me on a hit list. Well, he's not sophisticated enough in the crime ring to have someone else do his dirty work, he'd have to do it himself. And I don't go down without a fight (except lately I've been feeling very weak and downtrodden).
On a much stranger note (hard to believe, I know), I got a Coach purse (authentic. From Nordstrom, not Mexico[ie: Gucci, not Gussacci]) from one of the parents of the girls that lives in the treatment home. We think she's trying to buy me off, so I might not be able to keep it. But so far I've been the proud owner of a Coach purse for 16 hours. I don't know what to do with myself...I keep wanting to look at it! I feel a bit guilty, too, knowing that the purse cost half of my monthly rent. What am I thinking carrying around a $150 purse when I can't even pay my bills? Oh well. At least I'll look like I can pay them (said in the true, Utah spirit).
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| Friday, December 22nd, 2006
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1:04 pm - The Mystery of the Skanky Brush
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For the past little bit I have had to clean out my brush about once a week. I wondered if I was going bald, and where all this hair was coming from, because normally I clean it out maybe once a month.
As I pulled the covers over my head in the wee small hours of the morning, and tried to rest my eyes despite the slams of the doors, flickering of the lights, and the "dammits!" of the roommate shouting, I heard a sound. It was light at first, and I was half asleep so it became part of my dream. I bolted up when I realized what it was, and where it was coming from. "CLEAN MY BRUSH OUT AFTER YOU USE IT!" I yelled. "Are you annoyed?" came a small, mousey voice from the bathroom. "Yeah, it's gross." I replied. She tried to agrue, saying that I used hers too, but her efforts were in vain. The truth had been revealed. She had been brushing her rat's nest with my flat, paddle brush.
To most people my reaction might have seemed a bit harsh. However, let me give you a bit of background. She doesn't wash her hands. Not even when she poo's. I have to wash my hands over time to protect myself from the dangers of Hepititis roaming free around my house. If she doesn't wash her poop stained hands, then touches my brush, after I use it and brush my hair, I was my hands too. I have begun to wash my hands after such simple tasks as brushing my hair, getting dressed, and making my bed. Well, let's be honest, I never make my bed. But the point is the same.
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| Saturday, September 2nd, 2006
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11:05 pm - twilight zone.
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I just had the weirdest day of my life. Well, it started last night around midnight. So technically that is today. I got a text from a phone number I didn't have saved in my phone that said "Hey. So how was Italy. I know I'm the last person you want to talk to, but I wanted to talk to you. To say how so sorry I am for being so immature when we dated. I would like if you could call me sometime so I could fomally apologize." I figured it was Adam (the airplane guy) because about a week ago he tried to text me and I totally reemed him out for being shallow and a tool.
I really had no intention of calling him, then today I was thinking that I need to give someone the chance to apologize even if I don't want to forgive them. So I called him. And he goes "how was Italy?" I go "you do realize I've seen you since then, right?" he goes "no, you definitly haven't." I got really confused because am I that forgettable? He goes "you don't know who this is, do you?" I go "apparently not." he said (brace yourselves) "this is jordan."
Yeah. I know. I almost had a heart attack. I tried to make up for being a total idiot by being friendly, and we started talking about Europe and stuff, and it didn't seem like the conversation was going to end any time soon, so I told him to come over. Most of you are thinking "Erica, you're an idiot." Well, here's my reasoning. If he's going to apologize the "formal" way would be to my face. And I'm not about to go out of my comfort zone or make plans to see him, when he's the one who wants to apologize to me.
So about a half an hour later he comes over, and we're just making small talk about Italy, and what we've been up to for the past 8 months. He also very kindly mentioned the fact that my legs were hairy. I was about to make an excuse and say "it's hard to shave with an anklet on" and be bashful, but instead I decided to call him an ass and told him I didn't care.
The whole time I'm thinking "why is he here?" Why in the world did he all the sudden have this urgent need to apologize to me? It's been 8 months for crying out loud. It could've come sooner to say the least. I had to get to work, so when he was getting up to leave he finally came out with it.
"Well, the reason I wanted to talk to you was to apologize" he said. I said, "for what?" I wasn't going to let him off that easy and I wanted to know if he knew exactly what he did to hurt me. I think he thought I was joking because he goes "do you want me to list everything?" and I said yes. He didn't, obviously because I didn't have all day, so he said that mostly he's sorry because one time we were talking in my car and he realized that I so desperately just wanted to talk and be heard and understood and he didn't bother to listen or care. I didn't make him list anything else he was sorry for because that pretty much summed up our relationship. I didn't tell him I accepted his apology, because I don't know if I do or not. But I told him that I appreciated the fact that he is sorry, and he wanted me to know that. I really do respect that, because if I were him I would be scared to death to ever talk to me again.
It was kind of relieving to see him today, and kind of disturbing. It made me realize that I am a totally different person then I was when we were going out. I'm no longer as much of a push over. Back then I would have never stood up to him and said something like "what are you sorry for?" or admit to hating him so much that I texted him tell him he was an effing piece of poo (edited) and I hate his guts. The whole hairy-legs issue was so strange because I saw myself take two different courses. I saw myself bow down to him and apologize for having hairy legs because I know he doesn't like hair. Then what I did was say (symbolicaly) "screw you, I don't need your approval anymore."Back then I would have just said "it's ok, don't worry about it." But today I didn't even bother to tell him I accepted his apology. All in all I'm really proud of myself.
But at the same time it's still upsetting to see him. I thought it would bring closure to my unresolved issues that he so wonderfully made me have (ie: the fact that I think I'm fat and will never be beautiful enough). I guess I can't expect to feel better about it in one afternoon, and I think I will over time, but it kind of made things worse for me this afternoon. It was such an odd feeling because when we were shooting the breeze it was like it was 8 months ago. Then when he apologized it was like someone I had never seen before. I guess it just goes to show that people do surprising things, and nothing is impossible.
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| Wednesday, August 9th, 2006
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1:27 pm - ass face part deux (or is is duex?).
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I gave some wrong information and now i fel really stupid about it. sacha cohen (ali g) isn't engaged to amy adams. he's engaged to isla fisher who played the nymphomaniac on wedding crashers. i get the two confused. at any rate, it's still kind of weird because as heather said "isn't amy adams pretty?" yeah, she is. as is isla fisher. not that borat isn't incredibly attractive, but come on now. i personally find it very strange that a lot of extremely good looking actresses marry not as cute guys, but no good looking actors marry not-so-good-looking women. moral of the story: men are shallow.
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